Five years ago, I bought a house in the country and my wife became a passionate gardener, revealing a passion for flowers that I didn’t know existed. Every week brought the blossoming of different varieties and all found their way into the house, into a variety of containers mostly found at garage sales. One week there would be yellow Daffodils and red and purple Tulips, the next week wild Phlox in lavender and white and tiny yellow buttercups blanketing the field in front of the house. Another week would bring orange Lilies and deep purple Batchelor Buttons. I began to look forward to seeing the new flowers each week and their ephemeral beauty became the inspiration for these pictures, portraits of ephemeral beauty of another kind, in all ways influenced by our time spent in the mountains.